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EACH DAY DISCOVERS

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 14, 2010 by ravenstooth
Each day discovers
And sometimes very strange
There are these thoughts at times
Hoping they will make up for the change
There are these thoughts at times
Maybe one day they help me change
 
There is a reason
And only one that I will ever know
That every reason makes you grow
When the sun peeks out I feel like I should be happy again
Even with these fears
I carry with me each day
  
Each night uncovers
As hollow as the sound
The air is crisp and cool
As moisture lies upon the autumn ground
The air is crisp and cool
As memories come unto me somehow

There is a reason
And only one that I will ever know
That every reason makes you grow
When the sun peeks out I feel like I should be happy again
Even with these fears
I carry with me each day
  

There is a reason
And only one that I will ever know
That every reason makes you grow
When the sun peeks out I feel like I should be happy again
Even with these fears
I carry with me each day

 

  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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CORVIDAE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2010 by ravenstooth
In the fine avenue of thoughtless happenings
The delicate placid Corvidae lurched buoyant
Singing a blatant vibration across the dawn
Hairy feathery legs strike the branch with silent sway
Bleating to the sun’s shining hover with worms and grubs
The misty hillside looms hollow servant echos
She looks willful and pleasant toward the east
Cries hard and voyeuristically, then joins him in the climbing clouds
In the midst of the shivering quiet they spirit-chime their forever
Then mate for life…

THEY ARE COLOR-BLIND

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Outside the world is lit
With outstretched and flowering
Dawn’s intention drowns the night
Sounding simple interesting
Wake dimensions lingering
Falling for the waded moments
Triangled visionings
Sounds are resigned by our fascinations
The white is radiant
Look to horror
Signal fires laugh at me
Warriors dressed in spring beckoning
Death imposing threatening
We divulge into the forest
Burning home the frozen wonder
See the devil mock the heavens
Watching women walk together
Seeing all that has yet to come
Some day you’ll get your shit
Letting brothers strangle loving
See once more the wild repress
Wait a moment the rain is falling
Soul drained into wet
Here the river floods our weakness
Driven to the ocean’s fret
Summoning life’s mute bleakness
I saw the crows come in
And they searched for days in mountains
Here they are tired and spent
Feathers loose and molting
There’s no way to describe
The perfect circle or heron’s vie
A feeble one will try to place
Their hands upon the mirror’s face
And reaching for the blinking eye
They hold themselves way up high
Capturing the season to come
A twenty-eight winter or a load for some
There was a time that they shut their mouth
And seeked the mansions and headed south
We could be honored at our bed
With roses and lilies that wilt when dead
As for the rest of time we will not see
The days are just as long in infinity
She’ll touch your wisdom
Her finger tips
Wipe the ancient across your visions
Celebrate her aged pleasures and lips
Soon to belong to destiny
The fate is motion like the river
Cascading boroughs before long ago
The water’s entity is quick as silver
Staring serenely into an empty ally
the ghosts are presiding in the hot liquid folly
Your dance in the myote brings out the coyote
You strike the death eyes blank and power
She weeps at the blank stare for hours and hours
No one home where the polished cars park
The carpets are dirty and so is the dark
Ominous reeds in milky puddled thrush
Seconds before fucking the waters will gush
We wake at noon with the time spinning around
Like the sound of happiness peeking our found
Whose to guide the mystery boxed future
With the fluttering inside the stomach’s torture
Just let it out, the paper doesn’t mind
As for the pen and ink-
They are color-blind
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

THE LARK

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2010 by ravenstooth
Is the lingering lark always sitting
With the pause of sun in its eye
As the mist crowds in on the fly
 
Squinting hard to see if it’s snow spitting
Watch the lark turn and hit the sky
The mist seems to be turning out dry
 
Up above we hear the lark singing
We smile and see it fly
She’s is circling around inside the blue sky
Oh yeah she singing
She’ll be singing all day
Yeah the mist is following
On this beautiful day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
I love to see you smiling
Anytime you show your face
I wish to make you smile
For your happiness is worth the skylark’s chase
 
As we head on into the meadow
The tall grass is wet with dew
I can hear the lark singing it’s song for you
Oh yes I do
 
Up above we hear the lark singing
We smile and see it fly
She is circling around inside the blue sky
Oh yeah she singing
She’ll be singing all day
Yeah the dew is drying too
On this beautiful day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
I love to see you smiling
Anytime you show your face
I wish to make you smile
For your happiness is worth the meadowlark’s chase
 
I love you darling
You love me too
 
 
 
 
 

OPEN MY IMAGE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2010 by ravenstooth
Time to empty
All of me
And drown all my pity
How those words taste so shitty
How will I ever be
So free
 
So I tow my past as I wonder and I wish for my horizon
There is no thoughts for reason
Or surge of hope
Only the end
 
Never speaking
Never freely giving
All my stories are so blind
Windows melting
Metamorphic weeping
Flowers aura in my mind
So not so stranger
Width more acres, sneaking
Stay inside the finds
 

Time to empty
All of me
And drown all my pity
How those words taste so shitty
How will I ever be
So free
 
This is drab lustre pseudo 
Travelin me
Sewn heightened distant
Pleasuring inside of me
 
So I tow my past as I wonder and I wish for my horizon
There is no thoughts for reason
Or surge of hope
Only the end
 
Never speaking
Never freely giving
All my stories are so blind
Windows melting
Metamorphic weeping
Flowers aura in my mind
 
Hear my voice is crowding soundly
Causing most the ghosts to dine
Vexing language morosely windy
Searching timeless for lost impatiently mine
 
Come and taste my hyacinth
Come and be my horizon nymph
 
See my starling do
Open my image
Losing my floating feather
Watch like a precipice so
I don’t worry
Or search behind myself
Into the future
Or right beside myself
Soon fly like a sparrow
Or talk to a beauty
Fly like a sparrow
Must let the firelight
Open my image
 
If my thoughts become my sound
I shudder like a hapless clown
As dust blows in I just begin
To hold the Earth like a kid again
And pause the day to drown my fear
I sound just like a frozen tear
If anything could open me
If anything could open me
Hold the dust that just blew in
I’ll sweep the Earth across my skin
Take the wild into the end
It may take me to where I begin
Diverge life
Freak open
Diverge life
Speak open
Diverge life
Keep open
Diverge life
Seek open
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

THAT YOU WERE SMILING

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 19, 2010 by ravenstooth
When I stepped out into the fresh midnight air
I was feeling pretty good and I knew I would
Begin to see me
And the moon shone white like a flashlight beam
And I started to dream, I swear I heard you scream
Then I could see you
 
Sat down on the cool wet lawn
To try to let this run
Thought there until the moon crashed into dawn
And watched the rising sun
My only hope was that you were smiling
 
Then the morning rooster begged for the waking light
As he yelled his crow, to let everyone know
He was yawning
And the dew that wet the lawn all that night
Which cooled the air, there was fog everywhere
We were dawning
 
Witnessed the morning doves flying in my head
I also saw the chickadees come scavenging for pieces of bread
They never even saw our shadows shiver
 
And then in from the east, flew a raven
He was a screaming showman, tricked us to believe the omen
Was our distant echo
When I stepped back into my reality there
I was feeling very good, I could tell that my path would
Begin to let go
 
Sat down on the dry green lawn
To try to let this run
Thought there until the sun crashed away the dawn
And watched the raven sun
My only hope was that you were smiling
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

GAZE OUT OF MY EYES

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2010 by ravenstooth
I’m just teasing
I could be wrong inside
World is bleeding
As does the wild side
 
Hope is lonely
Eyes weep like window panes
You’ll never know me
I’m like the sky that rains
 
Gaze out of my eyes
I could tell you stories
Just how the world becomes a slave
Gaze out of my eyes
Nothings complicated
As dreams are so hard to save
 
You are dressed best
Nines are out tonight
I could just test this
Wrapped as your legs are tight
 
Dreams are for calming
Birds flock to scare the fear
Your fire is so warming
As is your heart my dear
 
Gaze out of my eyes
I could tell you stories
Just how the world becomes a slave
Gaze out of my eyes
Nothings complicated
As dreams are so hard to save
Hard to save…
 
Gaze out of my eyes
I could tell you stories
Just how the world becomes a slave
Gaze out of my eyes
Nothings complicated
As dreams are so…
Are so hard to save
Hard to save…
Hard to save…
Hard to save…